The Ferrari slowed down after entering Atami. Atami is a place famous for its hot springs and an important tourist city in the Tokyo area. It is located in the northern part of the Yinzu Peninsula, and most of the urban area is hilly.
Even the heavy rain that spreads here becomes gentle and pattering.
Of course, it was not the leisurely and comfortable atmosphere of Atami that slowed down Sakura Sakura, but the fact that Princess Kaguya reported that she had locked in Jiang Yi's residence, which is a hot spring villa near the sea. She just wanted to give Minamoto Chisheng more.
Thinking time.
Thinking about how those gangster youths chasing Jiang Yi on the highway suddenly disappeared out of thin air, thinking about the confrontation with Jiang Yi after arriving at the hot spring villa, and how to take away Eri Yi from such a powerful opponent.
Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep, but his frown still proved that he was awake and full of sadness.
If there is a battle tonight, he will definitely lose... Jiang Yi's bloodline and strength surpass him, and the girl named Xia Mi beside him also hides her secrets, and her fighting power will not be weaker than...
he.
But Eri must return to Genji Heavy Industries, no matter from any point of view.
The eight Sheqi families need their Tsukuyomi fortunes, especially in this turbulent period. Amaterasu alone cannot stabilize the situation. For example, Eri had to be dispatched to cut off the road to hell.
From Eri's own point of view, she also has to go back. Eri's high bloodline is extremely unstable and she needs to take medicine regularly. Once Eri's bloodline gets out of control, the consequences will be unbelievable.
So Yuan Zhisheng has been thinking about ways to break the situation. In film and television dramas, the loser protagonist can always resolve all kinds of powerful crises with wit. Yuan Zhisheng also hopes that he can have that good luck tonight...
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While he was thinking about it, the Ferrari had already reached the end of the road and climbed up a winding mountain road. When he was concentrating, he didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment. Before he knew it, his ears were filled with the sound of waves crashing against the cliff, turbulent and mighty.
Yuan Zhisheng opened the car window and looked at the brightly lit place on the top of the mountain, not caring about the rain hitting his face.
There is a high black wall standing on the top of the high cliff. At first glance, you can feel the majesty and dignity. It is the commanding height of Atami. It is almost surrounded by the sea on all sides, and the high wall and the knife-like cliffs merge into one.
The hot spring villa standing at the top is like the black stone guard of Atami, and it is also like the highest emperor... It is not appropriate to describe it as a hot spring villa. Yuan Zhisheng felt that it was like a palace.
Yuan Zhisheng raised the car window, subconsciously put his hand into his windbreaker and grasped the handle of Spider's knife.
"Such a majestic building, like an emperor's palace in Japan, really matches his style."
Misbuki Sakura silently handed over a tissue, while the Ferrari crawled on the winding mountain road.
Yuan Zhisheng took the tissue and wiped his face: "Why don't we know that he has such a huge asset in Japan?"
"This building has a long history. It is considered an antique. It was built at the end of the shogunate era. After changing hands several times, the owner behind it is very mysterious. Even the official cannot find out the real owner, but his annual taxes and the amount of money he pays for the building
The repairs and protection were in place, and over time no one looked for its owner. After all, compared to its luxury, the annual expenditure on protecting cultural relics is an astronomical amount. I didn’t expect that the owner behind it was the orthodox Jiang family.”
Yuan Zhisheng remained silent. The mountain road had reached the end. From a distance, under the black gate, there was an old man holding an umbrella and holding a lantern waiting, but he didn't know if they were the guests the old man was waiting for.
The Ferrari began to slow down, and the water splashed by the wheels also became shorter, and finally stopped in front of the black gate.
The old man came up to us holding an umbrella, and there was also a parking attendant wearing a gray vest.
Misuki Sakura bowed slightly, then took the paper umbrella from the waiter's hand and opened it, covering Yuan Zhisheng's head.
"Yuan Zhisheng, please see Mr. Jiang. I'm here to pick up my roommate." Yuan Zhisheng bowed deeply and said, "Sorry for disturbing you."
The old man smiled, stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture to indicate the open black door, "The master has given instructions, please come in."
Yuan Zhisheng bowed again and stretched out his hand to signal the old man to go ahead.
A red Ferrari drove past behind, and the waiter was very skilled in driving this luxurious supercar. It seemed that this hot spring villa often welcomed distinguished guests.
The old man led the way, and Yuan Zhisheng followed. Shi Chuiying took a step behind and held an umbrella for Yuan Zhisheng.
Only when you enter this ancient building can you feel its historical and cultural charm more deeply. The old man leading the way seems to be integrated with the bricks and tiles in the courtyard wall. The old man is walking with a paper umbrella and holding a firelight.
Under the dim white lantern, he never looked at the road under his feet, but his steps always fell within the floor tiles and would not step on any gaps.
Yuan Zhisheng was born in the Eight Sheqi Family, and has a deeper sense of the precipitation of time. Every mixed-race family that has been passed down for thousands of years has a historical heritage. The construction time of the Shrine of the Eight Sheqi Family is far longer than that of this hot spring villa, and its carrying capacity is
There is also more culture... But the shrine is not perfect. I heard that the previous emperor set fire to it.
The old man holding the lantern stopped and stretched out his hand to indicate another courtyard gate.
Minamoto Chisheng and Misuki Sakura bowed again to thank them, and the old man left with a smile.
When the two of them entered the courtyard, what they saw was a huge cherry tree, and it was Hanying. The trunk was so thick that it required several people to hug it. It must have been that Hanying was transplanted when this hot spring villa was built.
In front of the cherry blossoms is a naturally formed bluestone hot spring pool, and behind the cherry blossoms is a small wooden house with green lawns outside.
Yuan Zhisheng was a little surprised when he saw the cabin. He didn't know much about this place, but he just passed by the hall where guests and meetings were held, and he took a casual look.
You can't see the end of the big house at a glance, but you can see countless vermilion pillars. The ebony floor has been scrubbed so many times that it is as bright as a mirror, reflecting the snow-white moonlight.
The old man introduced that it was the place where the general used to hold meetings, and that scene came to Yuan Zhisheng's mind. The samurai with swords were kneeling on both sides, and the general was sitting in front of a huge map and scolding Fang Qiu...
Compared with the main hall, this wooden house looks much stingy. With the atmosphere of life, it seems to be one of the owner's accommodation areas.
Yuan Zhisheng followed her gaze and saw that under the eaves of the wooden house, a girl wearing a simple kimono was lying lazily on the railing, whether she was listening to the rain or sleeping.
The night wind blew by, and her dark red hair was flying, shining beautifully under the firelight. No wonder Mofuki Sakura would recognize her as Eri.
The girl was lying on her stomach, and her face could not be seen from this angle, but Yuan Zhisheng recognized it at a glance. It was not Eli Yi, but Jiang Yi's girlfriend Chen Motong.